Room 507, Saturday Evening

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Ronan led Bolton to his room from the gym, closing the door behind him. "Feel free to sit anywhere," he said. "I just need to find something, then I can finish healing your arm."

[OOC: 'Bolton' modded with permission, locked to him only, please.]

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Bolton was thinking that what happened next was...a little interesting. After all, he was a basketball player, right? So he should be used to seeing other guys taking of their clothes, like in the locker rooms and stuff. But there was ogling. Oh, God, was there ogling, as Ronan pulled his shirt of over his head and Bolton had gotten a good look at him while he tossed it aside, and then his brain could only think of one thing:

Ronan? Was kind of hot.

No. Not kind of. Very.

His eyes shifted as he thought for a fleeting second about that joke. And then his face turned very red. He took a dive into the bed he was sitting on.

"Yeah. G'nite!"

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That surprised Ronan a little, but... hrm. "I, ah. Hope you don't mind, I usually just sleep in boxers. But I've probably got some pyjamas around somewhere if you'd rather I..."

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"Nah, it's good," he replied, quite quickly. "Your place, you do your thing."

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Ronan nodded, shrugging a bit, and shed his pants, leaving him in his boxers. "You just going to sleep in your clothes?" he asked. "That can't be very comfortable."

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"I broke my arm today," Bolton spoke into the pillow. "Compared to that, definitely, I'm comfortable."

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Ronan raised his eyebrow, but shrugged. "If you insist, but seriously, you'd probably be..." And that was probably trying a little too hard. "No, never mind. Do whatever you want."

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"...Okay," Bolton said lamely. But getting up and changing right now would not be a good idea. So he was just going to pretend that he was the most comfortable guy in the world, despite feeling the exact opposite.

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Ronan shrugged, moving over to turn off the light; as he padded across the room, barefoot and half-naked, he stopped to consider, "... You don't want anything to eat before bed, do you? You get supper all right? All of a sudden, I'm really hungry; must be the healing."

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"No, I'm..."

And, yes, that would be the sound of a stomach growling, awakened by the mention of food.

"...good."

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Ronan rolled his eyes, and knelt down at his dressed, opening the bottom drawer. "C'mon over," he said, "and see if there's anything you want. I've got a lot of totally moddable different stuff."

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"Jus' a sec." Was he good?

He was good. Bolton rolled off the bed and then headed over to the dresser, taking a peek in. "What's good?"

It wasn't like he really knew.

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"Well, there's junky stuff -- cookies, some crisps, soda -- and some soup and stuff I could microwave, if you wanted." He grinned. "And tea. Lots and lots of tea."

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Bolton looked over at Ronan and that grin and commented with a grin of his own, "You seem pretty into that tea, man."

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Ronan grinned back, pulling out a packet of biscuits for himself, and said, "That's because I am really into that tea." He grabbed a bag of licorice tea, and added, "You want some, too?"

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Bolton thought about it a second before reaching into the dresser to grab as close to the same thing that Ronan grabbed and nodded. "Yes. I think. I don't know. We'll find out?"

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Ronan laughed and nodded as he took the teabag from Bolton. "Okay," he said, getting up, moving to his kettle. Turning it on, waiting for it to boil, he then turned his attention back to his bag of biscuits. "Want one?" he asked, holding it out after he'd opened it. "Chocolate chip."

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Bolton's hand was instantly diving in. "I'll take anything at this point," he said. "It's not like I can remember what I like or anything...Thanks. Again."

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"Not a problem," Ronan said, laughing a little still. "... This really doesn't constitute dinner, though," he added, frowning. He looked into the drawer. "Aha! Sandwiches!" And he pulled out a loaf of bread before going to his mini-fridge and grabbing some sliced ham and a block of cheddar. "Sound good?"

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Bolton's hands went to his stomach. "Yesss," he said, laughing a little. "It does. I think I must have even forgot how hungry I was."

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"All right," he said, "sandwiches it is!" He made quick work of the sandwich fixings, and just as the kettle began to whistle, there were two sandwiches, ham and cheddar on whole wheat, sitting before them. He nodded to them as he began preparing the tea. "Help yourself," he said. "This will only take a minute."

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"Seriously," Bolton said, ever so gracefully with his mouth full of sandwich already, but at least he swallowed before he continued speaking, "you rock. Totally worth breaking my arm over."

Which had nothing to do with the fact that Ronan was still stripped down for bed. Really.

Okay, maybe a little.

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Ronan laughed. "You wouldn't be saying that if it wasn't already fixed," he said, grinning, as he held out a finished cup of licorice tea towards Bolton. "Although, again, glad I could help."

It was right then that he kind of realised he was, yes, still only wearing boxers; he was feeling decidedly underdressed next to Bolton. "So, uh," he said, sipping his tea. Tea was good. Tea helped. "How's the sandwich?"

Smooth, Ronan. Very smooth.

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At least he remembered to chew and swallow before answering, although a little thumbs up appeared in the process. "Good," he said. "Very good. Thank you."

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"No problem." He shrugged, taking a bit of his own sandwich; he moved back to his bed, sitting on it, leaning back against the wall. "So... You really don't remember anything at all?"

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"Nope," Bolton shook his head, staying with his sandwich and tea on the floor for the moment. "Nothing. Anything I've gotten has just been things I gleaned from my room when I woke up this morning."